[PRP] Hello... Damsel are you in Distress? (Cerylia & Eton)

[Kesmi]

Here's a tree. There's another tree. Black and pastel flecked wings tucked in close as the equally black stallion dropped within. Those pastel gaze watched the trees as he slipped between them as if he were moving through the limbs of something larger and more deadly. To this stallion, the trees were seen as a threat, many tails of a dragon that he was to slay.

"Will you stop this madness!" shouted something that clung to one of the stallion's legs. "You are going to get yourself in trouble again! Or worse!"


The stallion glanced down at the white and multi colored ferret that cling to him. The look of surprise on his face before flying smack into a tree branch, wrenching it from its place to let it fall to the ground. The stallion almost made it look like he didn't know what it was that was on his leg. After smacking into the third branch, he thought to pull up and out of the way of all other trees.

"What are you doing here?" the stallion muttered trying to shake off his cling on. "I thought I left you home"

The ferret squealed as the stallion tried to dislodge it from where it clung. scampering up the best it could, it grabbed onto mane and stayed there. There was no getting him to let go at any rate.

"Just land will you!" The ferret shouted as the stallion dove towards the ground,

The stallion didn't know that he was well out of his normal range. His 'dragon fighting' had taken him away from his home, what home he had in the first place. Rolling over to try and get a grasp on the ferret he fell through branches that would most likely spell his demise.

"Let go of me you little dragon spawn!" The stallion shouted as he collided with a couple branches and smack the ground yards away from where a young mare was drinking.  

[Kesmi]

Catastrophy! Here he laid, a gallant knight, in a heap. On the ground with a small white and many colored creature stuck to his front leg as if it meant to do something. His wings laid kinda crinkled, feathers everywhere! Yep, not exactly the best start of his day and now things were about to get worse. A pale colored eye cracked open at the sound of a voice close by. The blurred image of a mare came into his line of sight. Perfect. With a small groan, Eton rolled himself over to where he could haul himself back to his hooves, his wings remained unfolded.

"Sure, sure. I'm alright" He said staggering a little, the branches that fell with him scattered on the ground. "Just another day getting smacked from the sky by some leathery beast."

Eton grinned almost drunkenly as the ferret let go of its charge and flopped to the ground, its tail slightly fluffed out and paws ridged. Seems it had had really much better days when the stallion it had taken charge of wasn't being a dolt. After a couple moments of just laying there, Smit rolled over and shook himself off. Fur still looking like he had been struck by lightening.

"You are no more fine then a fish out of water you lumex!" the ferret shouted at the stallion that was leaning against the closest tree. With a sigh, the ferret turned and looked up at the mare. "Hello there miss, sorry if he startled you."

Eton snorted at the ferret and shook out his wings, cringing as the didn't want to move the right way. Seems he would have to see his niece to get them fixed up.. Again... Now that his vision was less blurry, Eton looked the mare over a little. She was pretty, a very pretty shade of blue with spots down her back.

"Are you in distress, Miss?" the most brilliant thing that came from his mouth and made the ferret stumble and face paw.  

[Kesmi]

The ferret could only sit up on its haunches, shake his head while rubbing well tired eyes. He listened to these two and wondered of they both hadn't fallen from the same tree. While the mare seemed well enough to play along with his charge's imagination, but speaking of such things like dragons, it was playing a whole new game. "Please don't get him started, once he starts talking about something its hard to get him to shut up." Groaning, the ferret turned his head to peek out through his paws. The stallion, plucking a stray feather from his wing glanced down at the ferret with a blaze in his eye. The only thought in his head was, 'here we go again.'.

Eton muttered something under his breath as the ferret proceeded to talk to the mare that he had almost crushed into the earth when he had fallen. Shaking his head to try and straighten out his long mane, a wing coming forward to toss the ferret back to standing on all fours. The stallion stomped a hoof close to its tail.

"Hardly a true knight, but I do like to think myself as one. Vanquishing dragons and saving damsels from their lairs. Having feasts and parties to tell of great deeds. These are things I do enjoy, even if they are but the musings of the mind." Eton said looking away from the scornful gaze of the ferret on the ground, he would deal with it later. "This dragon you speak of, you say that is attacked your mother years ago. Surely it does not still terrorize you now." His head tilted to one side somewhat.

Watching the mare in interest, though more interested in the idea of facing a dragon that was not one of his own creation. This black beast with a blade for a tail, this brought other images to mind, most he would never speak aloud. Still, it made him itch to find this beast and face it on open grounds, challenge it like any real knight would. For the most part, he would have to find better weapons then his branches and sticks... He wanted to, no need to know more about this dragon...

"Do you know where it is now? A place I can find it and kill it for you?" That would make him a true knight, right?

wc: 275  

[Kesmi]

Claws racked the ground, digging up leaf litter and dirt. She enjoyed kicking it up, causing a mess while making the smaller mouthfuls of meat scurry from sight. Her feather crested kalona tail flicked behind her in glee as she followed her Grandmother, Cynder. One of the more renowned dragons in the lands, the mother of her mother Cyanide. Her father being the horror bird that was never allowed around. Calico Lily's molten orange, black and cream colored coat caused her to blend into the blaze and smoke with ease. The bright frock of hair on her head was one thing that made her stand out. A trophy of sorts, the very mane of one of her kills. It wasn't that she wanted to hide her baldness, no, she was a collector of 'pretty' things. And this was just one of many of her 'pretty' things.

Today was a hunting trip, one that lead them to follow a small scrap of blue fur. It wasn't one that she would have just tossed to the side and tried to find something bigger, but Cynder had a history with this one it seemed. Calico weaved back and forth behind her Grandmother as she lit the land ablaze, the other wildlife fleeing to safety, what little there was.

"Run, run as fast as you can. Don't stop, don't blink, death comes quicker then you think." came Calico's sing-song voice as her talons raked over a stone making an ear aching grating sound. She always kept her talons, miss-colored as they were, sharpened to a point. There was no dulling these beauties, no matter what. "Then again, who likes things quick, the lower the better."


The scent of smoke and the far distant crackle of fire shattered whatever silences there had been. The coming of a new face, a blue ferret brought a chill down Eton's spine. Had this little ferret, much on the idea of his own brought something he had only imagined for so long a time. Feathers fluffing out at his sides, as his eyes grow slightly wide, glancing around. So much for a peaceful encounter..

"Did.. Did you say that a dragon was coming... Here?" Eton stammered a bit, he had only imagined them since he was a foal. Pretended that trees were dragons as he tossed sticks around as pretend swords and the like. What was going on here now?

Turning towards the black shadow that emerged from one side, just behind here the ferret had come. This was the blade tailed dragon that the mare had spoke of. In his thoughts it hadn't been as scary, this was far more then his own imagination. Ears flicking back he stood where he was as the beast seemed to taunt him. Shaking his head, his instincts were telling him to fly, get away from there, but the mare, his companion didn't have the luxury of wings.

"I wouldn't say I was a dragon slayer... Per-say..."Eton muttered backing up some, his own ferret seemed to have vanished from sight completely... Run off Eton guessed, better instincts them himself for sure.
Why don't the both of you just go somewhere else?" His voice trembled a bit, where was his courage now?

Gone, that is where it was, whatever courage he had was long gone with his ferret. Glancing around, his tail flicked as something snuck up around behind him. Just about going up on the edges of his hooves, a wide eye turned in its socket towards the mare that brushed up against his side. What now?

Calico Lily, wiggling her way around to come up behind the stallion. She all but wound her way around him like a cat looking for attention. Those purple hued eyes watching the fear stricken stallion as her larger feathered wings flicked at her sides as sharp talons trailed their way down his foreleg. She didn't tear skin, but it would have been so easy.

"He looks tasty, doesn't he Grandma Cynder. Perhaps just a nibble, what do you think?" Her question pointed towards the icy blue mare, those eyes of her twinkling slightly.

wc Calico Lily: 374
wc Eton: 315  

[Kesmi]

Calico all but purred as the blue hued mare pulled closer to the pretty boy that she was leaning on. Raising her head up she reached out with a taloned paw to rake the air between them, shoving Eton to one side to keep the distance between them. She wanted to keep this boy for herself, nibble on him now and again to let him know who was in charge. "Why don't you be a pretty little filly and just run back to your mama." Calico purred, her voice laced with a sort of hiss before looking back towards her grandmother.

Cynder had always been one that Calico liked hanging out with, while they were on a hunting trip today. This sure was a grand one to boot, not only had they found a foe from Cynder's past. But a pretty stallion that she could make her own if allowed. She just had to get the nag of a filly off him first. "A secret you say? That is very interesting." Calico craned her neck around Eton to stare at the mare. "Very interesting indeed." This was more of a mutter to herself, her feather crested tail flicking to the side somewhat before snaking around Eton's leg like a shackle.

Calico did love surprises, but the best ones were from those that she weaseled it out of. They were the most tasteful. She had to wonder how her grandmother would get this secret out of the mare. Her thoughts only interrupted as Eton tried pulling himself away from the crazed mare. "Oh no you don't pretty boy, you are staying right here." she purred softly, nipping at his mane as if it meant something.

wc Calico Lily: 285  

[Kesmi]

The air was starting to get tense around the small gathering. Eton was not liking the whole getting close to this half dragon mare, nor the one that was doing most the speaking. Shaking his head some, Eton tried shrugging off the brightly colored mare as her tail curled around his leg. Closed in spaces, not his thing and certainly not with those that were hostile. The one thing that made him even more off edge was that they were targeting the mare he had been speaking of. Shoving Calico off him, making the mare stumble to the side, a little shocked at the sudden movement, Eton moved to place himself between Cerylia and Cynder.

"I think that is enough out of you." Eton said with a bit of a huff. "I think its time for the both of you to leave. Now!"

While his heart still thundered in his own ears, he was sure they heard it as well as it beat against his rib cage. But he couldn't stand still and watch Cerylia stand against these two while he shook in a corner. Never had he thought the things of his foalhood would be real creatures, Living a somewhat sheltered life as it were, Eton had been protected from the harshness of the world. Now, facing those he had played knight against, perhaps it was indeed time to let it go.

"Besides, no one asked you, or you." He glanced towards Calico who stood hissing at him. "To come this way, now be on your way before I make you."

A strong bravado, but Eton wasn't sure he could back up his own words against two. If he had other members of his family around, it might have been different, but he was here alone with a more. One that he had almost landed upon in his time of childishness. Times were changing, he had to start leaving his past behind and push on to the future. Imagination, or not.

Wc: 332  

[Kesmi]

His breath took a sharp inhale as the bladed tail skimmed over his shoulder causing it to feel like it had been set aflame. Letting the shudder rattle though his bones and down his skin. With his tail flicking slightly he watched both dragons, while one was more dangerous then the other.

"Just be gone." Eton breathed though his teeth. It wasn't bad enough that he crashed into a tree, now he was in a head to head with dragons. "My head is starting to hurt and you are not helping it."

Closing his eyes for a moment, he soon heard the two leaving, well that was a relief for the most part. But the crackle of wood starting to burn did not calm his nerves. He had to wonder just what he had gotten himself into. With the departure of the dragons, Eton opened his eyes to stare as the trees and foliage around them started to burn. This was not good and the added panic from the mare about her mother being in trouble only added more to the situation.

"What does that dragon have against your family to cause this much harm?" he asked stepping away from Cerylia, he watched her a moment before looking around. He had an easy way of escaping the flames. He had wings, but Cerylia did not. She was bound to the earth.

Opening his wing some, Eton flapped them a couple times to only fan the flames and cause them to burn higher. Lovely, what would his father do in this situation, what would anyone do? Flee, that was what, but he couldn't leave Cerylia to her fate in the flame. "We'll get out of here and get you home." An uneasy promise, but a promise all the same, even if he was going to get hurt worse then he already was. Shoulder still twinging from the inflicted wound, Eton went over to a lower patch of flames and proceeded to rear up and stomp on them. Hoping to smother the flames to get out. Not the wisest,
as other flames licked up his legs singing the soft velvet, he was getting them both out. One way or another!

Wc: 368

Calico Lily watched as her Granddam spoke to the two before them. The patch coated mare watched with glee as the two seem to squirm in their skins. The fear from the stallion was enough to feed the most greedy of hatchlings. Shaking out her own wings she took to the air in a loose circle as Cynder seemed ready to leave.

"Don't die too easily, while cooked meat is tasty, it's just not much fun to play with." There was a slight pout on the mare's face. "So you better hurry. Like little mice, hurry and scurry!"  

[Kesmi]

"Come on Smit, we're leaving." Eton shouted as a white ferret snaked his way out of what bushes weren't burning and up Eton's tail.
While he was a bit singed on the whiskers, Smit seemed as well as could be.
Shaking his head, Eton took flight after Cerylia, tearing up the ground with singed hooves.

"Seems my old day dreams of fighting dragons had more to it then first thought." He pondered at a whisper as he followed the mare. He glanced back at the ferret that had tangled its paws into his mane. "I have a lot to learn, seems the days of my foalhood fantasies are to be put to rest. Now... There are real dragons to take on."

He had to think back to the tales his father had told him. That his mother had been from the frozen north and they had hit if off quickly. Eton had had idea to see what these frozen places had been like. But now, he had other things to deal with. His father would have been upset if he left the mare to fend off such beasts by herself. With his legs still feeling like the fire wrapped around them. Eton followed Cerylia to where ever it was that her family was staying. Hoping that the dragons wouldn't be there already. Just that his gut was feeling differently... He hoped it was just jitters from meeting his fantasy made real...

Wc: 241